The following week that ensued was the most hectic of Blaine’s life. Between his training with Finn, marriage planning with Rachel and the Queen, Parliament meetings with the King, and stolen moments in castle corners with Kurt, he barely had time to breathe.

His muscles had become more defined from the long hours he spent fencing with Finn on the battlefield and learning how to control a war horse. His mind was sharp with a million governmental things he was told to remember. His bedchamber was strewn with notes and fabric swatches from Rachel, who would accept nothing short of a perfect wedding come December. 

Throughout the chaotic changing that his life had undergone recently, Kurt remained the one constant in his life. The couple would place secret notes on the other’s pillows or slip love letters into the other’s pockets, suggesting a time and place for them to meet. Usually, they ended wrapped around each other, kissing breathlessly, letting out the tension that accumulated from their time apart. Other times they would lay next to each other, sometimes in their nook, sometimes on the roof of the South Tower, and whisper words to each other that held no meaning but sounded like the entire world.

About three weeks after Kurt and Rachel’s arrival in Dalton, Blaine found himself sneaking through the castle at dawn to Kurt’s bedchambers. With light footsteps and frantic over-the-shoulder glances, Blaine finally made it into the large stone chamber that smelled so strongly of Kurt, like the ocean and sunshine and the heady scent of his skin, he felt his knees grow weak.

Kurt lay on his four poster bed, piled high with silver pillows, looking like fallen angel.

For a few seconds, Blaine simply stood in the center of the deep blue carpet and stared longingly at the beautiful boy, fighting to remember how to breathe.

Slowly, he approached the ethereal creature curled on his side, a sweep of chestnut hair grazing his pale forehead. Kurt’s lips were parted slightly and Blaine watched his chest rise and fall with each delicate breath.

“You are so beautiful,” Blaine whispered, trailing the tips of his fingers across the satin smooth skin of Kurt’s cool cheek.

Blaine climbed carefully into the bed next to Kurt, leaning over to place a kiss to his jaw.

Kurt’s eyes began to flicker open, and when he saw Blaine lying next to him, his face broke into a lazy smile.

“How long have you been watching me sleep?” Kurt’s voice was thick with sleep and had a faint scratchy affectation to it. Blaine thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard.

“Not long,” he replied.

“Of course not,” murmured Kurt, rolling over to face Blaine. “Tell me, Prince Anderson, why have I found you in my bed at such an hour?”

Blaine smiled. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me pleasantly surprised.”

Grinning, Blaine leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Kurt’s lips. However, Kurt was not feeling gentle that morning. He sucked Blaine’s lower lip into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist, forcing the younger boy to roll on top of him. Blaine answered the kiss with an equal dose of desperation, rubbing his half-hard cock against Kurt’s thigh.

Kurt swore and then tugged Blaine’s tongue into his mouth. Their teeth clashed together as they each fought for dominance in the kiss, until finally Blaine broke away, gasping for air.

Blaine’s fingers danced down Kurt’s bare chest, trailing kisses along his collarbone, down to his stomach. He paused at Kurt’s hipbone, hands testing the fabric of Kurt’s waistband. Looking up at Kurt with lust-filled eyes, he pulled down the boy’s sleeping pants.

“Blaine, what are you- oh!”

Kurt’s dark eyes fluttered half-closed the second Blaine’s mouth closed around the head of his fully hard cock. Experimentally, Blaine closed his fist around the length of Kurt’s cock and began to stroke up and down. Watching Kurt, he stared with wonder as the boy arched his back off the mattress and clutched his fists in the sheets, shouting Blaine’s name into the dark room.

Blaine lapped at the pre-cum gathering at the tip of Kurt’s cock, bobbing his head and latching his hands around Kurt’s hips to keep him from bucking into Blaine’s mouth.

“Jesus Christ, that feels- oh! Oh, God- so good- B-blaine!” Kurt’s voice cracked on the last word as Blaine licked a thick stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock. Blaine thought the mere image of Kurt twisting and thrusting in the sheets would be enough to make him come.

Swirling his tongue around the tip of Kurt’s cock, Blaine watched in amazement as Kurt threw his head back against the pillows, a thin vein standing out on his neck. Moving his fist quickly up and down the length, Blaine pressed the tip of his tongue against the slit.

Kurt swore loudly, immediately clapping a hand over his mouth.

Blaine hummed in amusement, causing Kurt’s hips to stutter at the vibrations. At the sound of the older boy’s whimpers, Blaine hummed again, sucking lightly on the head of Kurt’s cock.

“Blaine, Blaine, I’m going to- ah! I’m so- Jesus! Close! Blaine. . .”

As Kurt writhed and shook beneath him, Blaine drank down every last drop of Kurt’s come, swallowing quickly and stroking him lightly through his orgasm. When he was finished, Blaine wiped the corner of his mouth where a small drop of come had escaped with his index finger and dipped it into his mouth.

“What are you?” Kurt breathed, pulling Blaine up to lay next to him.

“Did I do good?”

Kurt laughed and let his head fall on Blaine’s shoulder. “Yes, my sweet Prince, you did very, very good.”

Blaine wrapped him arms around the other boy and cuddled closer. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

Kurt smiled softly against Blaine’s neck, ready to fall back asleep, when he suddenly felt Blaine’s erection pressing against his naked thigh.

“Oh!” Kurt exclaimed, tilting his head back to look Blaine in the eye. “I’m sorry!”

Blaine blushed. “It’s okay. I’m fine, watching you fall apart like that was. . .”

“No, I want to.”

The air left Blaine’s lungs. “You do?”

Kurt nodded and trailed a hand down the tented front of Blaine’s pants. “Lay back,” he told him, and Blaine obeyed. Kurt raised himself slightly onto his side and then rubbed the heel of his hand roughly against Blaine’s clothed erection. 

Blaine groaned loudly, his head falling to the side. With nimble fingers, Kurt unfastened Blaine’s pants and pulled them, along with his underwear, down his legs. Blaine’s erection pressed against his stomach, dripping pre-cum. Kurt stared at it, eyes wide in awe.

“Kurt, please,” moaned Blaine. “Touch me.”

Blaine was already so far gone, it didn’t take much for him to lose control. Kurt took Blaine’s cock in his hand and pumped it experimentally. Blaine let out a sound between a grunt and a shout, and Kurt took that as a good sign. He began to move his fist rhythmically up and down along the length, gently at first, but tightening his grip and speeding up when he saw how badly Blaine needed release.

“K-kurt, I love you, I love you so much.”

Kurt grinned, delighted to see that he could turn Blaine into an incoherent mess like this.

With an unexpected flick of the wrist, Blaine’s upper body lifted off the mattress, and he came over his stomach and Kurt’s hand. Falling back onto the pillows, he gathered Kurt in his arms.

“Maybe we should clean up,” Kurt said after a minute, gesturing to their naked bodies, each covered with a light film of sweat, as well as the stickiness from Blaine’s orgasm between them.

“No,” Blaine complained, pulling Kurt closer. “Just lay here with me like this forever.”

Kurt sighed and buried his face into the crook of Blaine’s neck, happy to oblige.